I had to make an executive decision last night to fore-go cleaning up Henry's trains or folding laundry or digging out the enormous 'mallow that somehow wedged itself in Henry's sleeve when I was taking his shirt off. Oh yes. That was all gonna wait. I rolled out the dough that I made last week, ignoring the 'do not refrigerate for longer than 2 days' recommendation on the recipe and started cutting out little snowmen and reindeer and trees (don't be fooled- they were a royal pain in the backside to assemble and try to get to stand up). While those were chilling/baking I finally got around to finishing the glittery papery trees. 
Only the red & white leaves had been cut and properly dipped in mod podge and then glitter, it was the other two that needed to be started from the beginning.
So I sat, and traced leaves and caught up on about 4 days worth of TiVo. Then there was dipping and glittering and drying. And then the realization there were not enough leaves to finish, so back to the couch and to my fresca and TiVo and tracing and cutting and later glittering and drying and applying. I really liked the repetitiveness of it all. Mindless. It wasn't something that took too much thought or attention. I'm so happy with how they turned out.
This morning a pair of reindeer legs mysteriously broke in half (too close on the counter for inquisitive little hands) so we have 3 reindeer instead of 4- which is fine by me. Henry wanted to eat all of them, so we decided to make some gingerbread boys of our own. It started out so innocently:
A little gingerbread here, a little flour there. And then he asked for his Christmas train.
And then it started snowing. Snowing flour. Everywhere. Until things eventually ended up like this:
We had a fun, fun morning together. It kept us busy for at least a good hour. I highly recommend letting it 'snow flour' at your house this holiday season. Everybody's doing it.
xoxo
